People have been “reviewing” “Sex and the City: The Movie” out of the New York press junket and the London premiere, but none have them have been actual movie critics. The honor of filing the first bona fide review belongs to Variety’s Brian Lowry, who saw it in an L.A. screening room yesterday and filed a tepid notice, calling it “a trifle half-hearted…Although thereâs pleasure in seeing HBOâs fabulous four reunited, writer-director Michael Patrick King doesnât fully bridge the gap between TV and film â delivering major story flourishes but, too often, playing like a regular episode bloated to five times its customary length. Best in its small moments, the movie should find receptive gal pals congregating for the mother of all viewing parties, but appeal beyond that core should present New Line with less of a storybook finish than it doubtless would like.” Translation: not the box-office smash some people have been predicting. The Hollywood Reporter weighed in a few hours later, not much more encouragingly: “In need of some serious tightening up, it does what the old Samantha never would have done: it keeps hanging around, pushing for a long-term relationship.”